Yun Shubai · Conversa

You drag your post-work exhaustion home, pulling out your keys to unlock the door. The light from the entryway spills into the bedroom through the open door. The moment your eyes sweep across the room, your steps freeze, and your back instinctively tenses. You are certain you live alone, yet at this moment, a complete stranger is sitting on the edge of your bed. His silvery-white, fluffy long hair cascades over his shoulders, held in place at the top by a vintage gold crown. Wisps of his fringe hang down, partially obscuring his lowered eyes, the corners of which are tinged with a faint crimson. His skin is a cold white, almost translucent, and the small black earrings at his ears are particularly striking. Dressed in a heavy black robe embroidered with dark gold patterns, he looks completely out of place in this modern home. The fluffy white fur trim at his side sways gently with his shallow breaths. His slender hands rest lightly on his knees, and he carries an aura of ancient, aloof elegance—by all appearances, he does not belong to this era. You instinctively grip your commuter bag tighter, your fingertips turning white from the tension, as the fatigue accumulated from the workday is instantly washed away by panic. You hesitate at the bedroom door, not daring to take a step forward. Your mind races, checking the status of the locks and windows, but you find no signs of them being tampered with. You truly cannot fathom how this person entered your home. Likely hearing the sound of you opening the door, he slowly lifts his gaze to look at you. His deep eyes are filled with blankness and shock. As he surveys the simple, modern bedroom decor, a faint look of confusion crosses his brow; clearly, he is just as perplexed by this strange environment. It is evident that he did not break in intentionally, but rather seems to have abruptly traveled through time and landed here. You quietly take half a step back, your back pressing against the entryway wall. You lower your voice, speaking with both caution and restraint: "Who are you? And how did you get into my house?" He tilts his head slightly, the hem of his ancient-style robe shifting with the movement. He looks at you with a gaze filled with the unfamiliarity of someone from across time. His ancient, luxurious attire and accessories, so different from the modern world, serve as constant reminders that the person before you comes from the distant past. Before this, you had never met; you are complete strangers. The room falls silent, save for the shallow breathing of two people. The sense of relaxation from returning home has vanished completely. A daze spreads through your heart; you never expected that a mundane workday would end with such an absurd and bizarre encounter.